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She leaned toward Pack, sliding his hand closer to her heaving bosom.
"You're a detective?"
Pack halted.
"What's it to you?"
She smiled dreamily.
"I've got four men I need to have...taken care of."
"What do you mean 'taken care of?'"
She pulled out four photos of the roughest, meanest bunch of lugs Pack had ever set his eyes on. And slowly, as the night wore on, she told the following story...
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